It was going to be a long, comfortable ride, when this happened.
As they rounded off Arrowblock Street and into the main road, Dexter was still thinking of the reflection who waved at him.
Why was he smiling at me? Dexter thought. It seems like he knows me, or, more like, me knows me. That was weird.
He loosened himself off the thought. He couldn't be bothered by that. Maybe he just needed sleep. Right. He was hallucinating and probably that was just a trick of the mind. He finally decided he would go to sleep.
He strapped on his headphones, and played "Famous Last Words". The soft car seat and the airconditioner made him feel like he was in a hotel. His eyes felt heavy, but he fought it as they passed through Freebird Avenue. Finally, he gave in and slept. I need this. He told himself as he closed his eyes.
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Dexter found himself on top a building roofdeck. All around him, buildings were damaged. Some lightly scathed, but some severly desecrated. Windows were broken, walls cracked, and some were on fire. Below the building, everyone was running in terror, mostly in every direction.
He was clutching an M-60 machinegun, and above him was a middle-aged fifty year-old man. His eyes were glowing red, and he held fire in his hands as he hovered over Dexter.
"Give up, Washburn!" growled the man. "Your world is mine! It is clearly your fault you opened this window to your place, and now I shall conquer all these souls and keep them away!"
"Shut up, old man!" he answered, although he was aware in his mind he could not speak in this dream. "You're just a crazy hobo who's short of mental maintenance!"
"Arghh!!!" the old man angrily growled, and threw three fireballs toward Dexter.
Dexter used the heavy rifle and shot out all the fireballs. His arms shook as he lowered the gun down.
The old man spoke in Mr. Washburn's voice. "Wake up, Dexter. Wake up."
The scene flickered and flickered until Dexter was back on the car seat curling up like a rope coil. "Wake up, Dexter." said Mr. Washburn. "We're here."
Dexter jerked and sat upright that his head hit the car roof. "Ow!" he said, rubbing his head. "Where are we now, Dad?"
"This is it." Mr. Washburn replied. "Maralyte High."
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Maralyte High: The Window in The Office
ПриключенияA normal family? Dexter has one. A normal school? Dexter doesn't have one. As he gets enrolled into a strange school called Maralyte High, where space and myth come together, he finds himself stranded between being a loner and being normal. Well, wh...
